ISHQIYA

Beygharaz Ishq I

They hooted for him then the curtain drops,

Giving him time to go through his pain.

"Wow great performance Mirza sir" event organizer words brought him back from his painful world.

He turns to the organizer "Thank you ."

"So off to Mumbai?" Organizer asked him.

"No, I'm here for 10 days, you know sight seeing." Jubin tell him about his plans.

"Of course, Chamba is really a sight to see, Khajiyar ground, Dalhousie market and you know you should come here in June-august, Minjar mela is life of chamba chaugan......."He was blabbering, Jubin not interested in his talks just left him there to talk himself.

He comes out and got surrounded by reporters, another problem.

Questions flew out from their mouth,

"Sir how you are doing with your fame?"

Fine bro.

He didn't open his mouth, he was just passing by the crowd answering their questions in his mind.

"Jubin, how it like to be a musical sensation of India?"

Of course, it's feel good, I would have said that if asked me three years ago, but not now...

"Sir who is your inspiration?"

The person who left me.

"Jubin Mirza, is this song related to your life?"

It is.....

"Mr.Mirza is this for your ex-wife who left you?"

He stopped in his track. Another question came for him.

"Did your wife cheated on you?"

His anger was now on peak, he took his steps to that reporter but bouncer grabs him back.

Throwing an angry glare to that reporter, he snapped "She is most pure soul I have ever seen. Don't you dare to bad-mouth her."

Freeing himself from bouncers grip and walks toward the car, his hotel has provided him. He clutch the door tightly, closed his eyes to remember her.

He remembers her smile, smiled to himself and open his eyes calming himself. He sits in the car and asked driver to drive him to the hotel away from this fiasco.

That's what happens when you left your wife. World blames woman for everything. Can't they let her live her life like she wants? And why the question is did she cheated on him, can't he cheat her? No he never did but he could have said yes happily, for her.

Chuckling he shakes his head to turn down the thoughts of the cruel world.

In half an hour he reached the hotel.

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The surrounding was silent listening the cold music of wind. Entering in the lobby he heard a sound. The receptionist is singing it. Her back is front of him, she is busy with settling the keys and humming a song.

"Ishq humara jag se judaa hai,

Khushiyan tumhari humari wafa hai."

He stopped a inch away from the reception counter, engrossing himself in her song.

"Kismat apni padh li hai humne,

Tumhare siva na kuch bhi likha hai."

The song on his music but lyrics are different.

"Mujrim bhi hum ban jayenge,

Dena agar tum saza chahte ho."

Her sweet voice has pain in it like his.

"Haste haste kar denge yeh bhi,

Hona agar tum judaa chahte ho."

He is right, maybe she is singing extended female version of the song that he haven't created yet.

"Dil chahte ho ya jaan chahte ho,

Tum hi batao ki kya chahte ho."

He wants to ask her if she will sing in Jubin Mirza's next song.

"Hmmm hmmm hmmm hmmm"

"You sing so well" he asked from behind, grabbing her attention. She stopped in her hand in air and turned a little giving him a little glance of her face but that was hidden by her hairs.

He raised his eyes and asked further "If you can turn, I want my room keys, ummm room no.34."

She takes out his keys and turned to give him.

Then he saw her face. His mouth opens a little, eyes were astonished to see her.

They were staring each other. Their eyes swept over each other's face taking each and every detail. She averted her gaze, pursed her lips looking down, she looked him again composing herself, smiled a fake smile "Hello sir, welcome to Ashiana Agency, hope you will have a nice stay here, here take your keys" She hands him keys.

He was still in a state, he can't describe. He takes the keys, keeping his eyes on her and said "I didn't know you sing so well, Payal?"

She opens her mouth to answer him but interrupted by another man "Excuse me can I have my room key room no. 56."

She turned her gaze to that man and giving him a smile she nodded.

Jubin clenched his fist seeing her smiling at a ghair mard. But he was also a na-mehram for her, now.

He turn his steps to his room, giving her a last glance, who was ignoring him. His eyes went to her badge. It was not Payal Iqbal. It was Payal Abbas.

Didn't she married him? Maybe she is not using that title...

He takes a long breathe, he wanted Payal Mirza written on the badge. But she was never his.

So, 2 years, 3 months, 14 days, 10 hours ago he divorced her, for her sake.

A/N:- Here 1st chapter of my another story. And I'm excited about it, very much.

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